From a friend (part 2)...

[Guest Jess]

This is the second poem my friend gave to me.

 

The Day to Come

 

I've been resting here for hours

But I'm trying not to sleep,

And though I have done nothing

My own mind has made me weak.

In the midst of my own crisis

It has seemed that I'm alone,

And I try to get outside

But my head just steers me home.

 

Now, when I close my eyes

I see my day repeat,

An embolistic showroom

Where the faceless roam and creep.

A place where nothing's certain

And my path is never set,

Mysecurity and trust

Are in a face I've never met.

 

My only thoughts are searing white,

And blocks the voices out.

 

And though I'm sitting, quiet,

I would like to rise and shout.

 

Like a two-way mirrior

I stay on the wall

While others peer in

I see nothing at all,

And given the image

Of anything less

As always before

I see nobody else.

 

So here is where I stay

With my eyelids drooping low,

And the music flows right through me

While my heartbeat starts to slow.

As my body racks immobile

My brain begins to stray,

And my thoughts become much darker

As I finish off my day.

 

While I sleep

My conscious swirls

With images of fear.

 

For while I sleep

My soul can sense:

The day to come is near.

[Guest Xradion]

        A very interesting portrait of isolation and death (at least, that's how I see it, though I could of course be wrong). I like the rhyme scheme that flows throughout almost all of the poem. I also appreciate the way that consciouness is represented by a room/house, which is consistent with an inherited symbolic system common in a lot of poetry. Tell your friend that he/she is quite talented.

 

 

 

Xradion,

The Horny Druid,

Scholar of the Ancient Arts,

Holder of the Eye of Odin.

 

"The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream."

-Wallace Stevens

 

"When at home, do as the Homans do." –Xradion